Page 63 of Fate on the Ice

Wrapping my fingers around the doorknob, I gently twist it and slip into the room. I’m not surprised that the room is bathed with the glow of the television light. I assume she’s fallen asleep watching one of her shows. “Otto?” she calls out sleepily.

“Go back to sleep, honey,” I murmur as my gaze travels over to her. She’s lying on her side, her hands beneath her cheeks as she watches me from across the room.

Moving toward her, I reach down and cup her cheek with my hand as I bend and touch my lips to her temple. “The girls do okay tonight?” I ask, my lips moving against her skin.

“They were amazing,” she breathes. “They’re always amazing. All four of them.”

Laughing softly, I shake my head from side to side. I cannot believe that all four of them were amazing all afternoon and evening, but if she says that, then I’m sure they were.

“Get some sleep, honey. I’m going to go grab a shower before joining you in bed.”

I stand, walk into the bathroom, and strip down before I start the water. I don’t have to look at my reflection in the mirror to know that I appear relaxed. Because that’s what I am. I have never felt so at peace in my entire life.

My family is my world.

The steam fills the room, and I step into the shower. The water pounds down against my back, massaging my sore muscles. I have only been a father for over three years, and yet, I feel like I’ve aged about a decade. I wouldn’t trade any of it. Not a single sleepless night.

I jump when I feel a hand against the center of my back. Turning my head, I look over my shoulder to see the object of my affection standing behind me. “You should be asleep,” I say as I face her completely.

“I’m sure I should, but what fun would that be?” she counters.

Her voice is soft and sweet, her eyes bright and mischievous. I cup her cheeks, dip my chin, and touch my mouth to hers. The water washes down around us. Slipping my tongue into her mouth, I taste her wholly. She wraps her fingers around my wrists and holds me there.

When I break the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers. “My bride,” I rasp.

“I haven’t been a bride for a while. A wife and mother of four children. I’m nothing like the girl I was when we met,” she breathes.

I hum, placing my thumbs beneath her chin and gently forcing her head backward slightly. I look down into her beautiful face, into her beautiful eyes. “No, you’re not like the girl I met,” I murmur.

“Seven years ago, I saw this lost girl. She was searching. I knew she was special, but I just didn’t know how exactly. Today, standing in front of me is the most beautiful, confident woman I’ve ever encountered. And the best mother I could have dreamed of for my babies.”

“Dreamed of, huh?”

“I dared to dream, and all of them have come true, honey.”

She shakes her head. “I have never deserved you, Otto.”

With a growl, I grip her waist and pick her up, turning her so that her back is pressed against the warm wall. She lets out a low squeal. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers, and I gently slide inside of her body.

She wraps her legs around my hips, holding me to her. Lifting my head slightly, I look into her eyes. Her fingers curl around my shoulders as she grips me. I’m buried deep inside of her, wishing to be nowhere else in the whole fucking world.

Inside of my wife is where I will always belong.

This is my home.

I pull out of her slightly, then sink back inside. I do it again, loving the way her breath hitches at the move. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I look into her eyes, focusing on them as I move in and out of her body.

“Oh, Otto,” she breathes.

“You want more babies, honey?”

Probably not the best time to ask when I’m balls deep inside of her, and our twins are only three months old. But I want a whole fucking hockey team with Grace. If we could have a hundred kids, I’d be happy.

“Otto,” she moans.

“Look at me, Grace. I want to see your pretty eyes.”

Slowly, her eyes open, and her gaze finds mine. There is a moment of silence as she stares at me, but I don’t stop moving. My hips roll, and my pelvis grinds against her clit with each downstroke the way I know drives her crazy, and as if right on cue, her breath hitches.

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